Han Sea Realm, the main hall of the Dao Sect. Jiang Yan and Han Wanchou, the two Great Dao Lords, sat facing each other.
"Friend, this is Qinghua Wine, a treasured collection of this realm's imperial family. I've tasted a little of it before, and the flavor is quite excellent."
"Please!"
With a wave of his hand, Jiang Yan made a wine pot and cups appear on the table. He personally filled Han Wanchou's cup, then made an inviting gesture.
"Fine wine."
Han Wanchou drained the cup in one gulp. After savoring it for a moment, he immediately praised it:
"Although this wine lacks Vital Energy, its flavor is superb. It is indeed a precious thing."
"Hehe, I'm glad you like it, Fellow Daoist Han. I'll send you some later."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with him and becoming somewhat familiar with each other, Jiang Yan finally could not hold back any longer:
"Please explain the specific situation in the middle reaches of the Mother River to me. How is the Human Race doing? And where is the end of the Great Dao here?"
As the saying went, wherever there were people, there was a jianghu. What was more, in this Golden Great World of the Mother River's middle reaches, the myriad races were bound to contend, with countless heavenly prides.
Jiang Yan did not feel that just because the Human Race was here, it must be one of the factions being beaten senseless by the heavens and earth. Even in some hidden places of the Han Sea Realm, there were still races with extraordinary talents.
"As for the situation of our race..."
Hearing this, Han Wanchou did not answer at once. Instead, he drank another cup of wine before letting out a long sigh and saying:
"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"